Chapter Seven
On exam day, Heather sent me to class wearing panties and a bra under a white dress, no chastity belt, no plug. Nothing was supposed to distract me from the test. It was multiple choice. An easy “C” if I knew half and guessed the rest, but I knew that it was an “A” I was going to need. I thought my mind would go blank.
It was easy! All that studying must have paid off, or maybe it was Dr. Cornell’s tutoring (taught to the tune of a hickory stick). I started checking boxes.
Half way through the test, I started to think. I thought for a couple of minutes, then I laid my pencil down and closed my test booklet. I folded my hands on my desk.
Sitting up front, Dr. Cornell looked puzzled. She glanced at the clock. No way I had finished already. Then she got it, and I saw that sl
